Developing Tennis Elbow in Less Than 2 Hours
For whatever reason, when I have played recreational tennis in my adult life I have always played against boys. This has made me pretty complacent about losing. I've pretty much deciding that losing a set 6-3 to a boy is a triumph for me. Their wings and legs are long and strong, where my wings and legs...well, let's just extend this into a complete chicken metaphor and say that my wings and legs are the ones that have been sitting under the heating lamp at Allsup's since the morning shift.
I played Matt for the first time ever on Memorial Day, and oh how I will remember it! He hadn't played in 10 years, so I was just certain that I would obliterate him. Much like hangman, I was going to take him out limb by limb. I didn't want to make him cry, but I wanted him to be awe-struck with my polished 2.5 level playing. Well, muscle memory is a fascinating/stupid thing, and he kicked my ass 6-2, 6-1. Now we're going to go to tennis camp together at the end of this month! We're going to ride over together, and get slurpees after if we play good! Maybe we'll get matching Lacoste tennis whites, which we can also use to dress up as preppie tennis zombies for Halloween!
That was not the point of this post. The point of today's post was to recap my match(es) last night with Wade, the first of many in a series of Tennis Tuesday Challenges. Wade and I have played quite a few times, and of course he always wins. (See "Wings and Legs" chapter above.) It was an exciting match, my best against him ever and I actually took him to a tiebreak! (For one minute, I wanted to refused the tiebreak and make us play until someone won two consecutive games. I love it when there are insane scores like 28-26.) Neither of us really knew the proper way to score/switch ends on a tiebreak...in retrospect, I should have requested a draw. Because that weasel beat me. It was so close. And I was so tired and sweaty, because a 7-6 set to someone who is used to 6-1 sets is like playing two sets! We started picking up to leave when...
..."he" finally spoke up. "He" was an older wirey little snakey man who had been practicing his serve alone in the court next to us. He said, "Do you two mind hitting around with an old man for a little bit before you leave?" Well, I had seen the way he hit the ball, and I was scared of him. He hit it hard and low and mightily. I felt bad for a second with Wade and me playing doubles against him playing singles, but the dude kept us on the run! From his mouth came a fountain of wisdom, and he gave us all sorts of awesome tips, and I was able to hit it back to him almost as hard and low and mightily (although admittedly with a lot more squealing when I got excited). I wanted to call him our tennis fairy godfather and thank him, but that felt wrong so instead I muttered under my breath to Wade "Thanks, Mr. Tennis Leprechaun."
I played Matt for the first time ever on Memorial Day, and oh how I will remember it! He hadn't played in 10 years, so I was just certain that I would obliterate him. Much like hangman, I was going to take him out limb by limb. I didn't want to make him cry, but I wanted him to be awe-struck with my polished 2.5 level playing. Well, muscle memory is a fascinating/stupid thing, and he kicked my ass 6-2, 6-1. Now we're going to go to tennis camp together at the end of this month! We're going to ride over together, and get slurpees after if we play good! Maybe we'll get matching Lacoste tennis whites, which we can also use to dress up as preppie tennis zombies for Halloween!
That was not the point of this post. The point of today's post was to recap my match(es) last night with Wade, the first of many in a series of Tennis Tuesday Challenges. Wade and I have played quite a few times, and of course he always wins. (See "Wings and Legs" chapter above.) It was an exciting match, my best against him ever and I actually took him to a tiebreak! (For one minute, I wanted to refused the tiebreak and make us play until someone won two consecutive games. I love it when there are insane scores like 28-26.) Neither of us really knew the proper way to score/switch ends on a tiebreak...in retrospect, I should have requested a draw. Because that weasel beat me. It was so close. And I was so tired and sweaty, because a 7-6 set to someone who is used to 6-1 sets is like playing two sets! We started picking up to leave when...
..."he" finally spoke up. "He" was an older wirey little snakey man who had been practicing his serve alone in the court next to us. He said, "Do you two mind hitting around with an old man for a little bit before you leave?" Well, I had seen the way he hit the ball, and I was scared of him. He hit it hard and low and mightily. I felt bad for a second with Wade and me playing doubles against him playing singles, but the dude kept us on the run! From his mouth came a fountain of wisdom, and he gave us all sorts of awesome tips, and I was able to hit it back to him almost as hard and low and mightily (although admittedly with a lot more squealing when I got excited). I wanted to call him our tennis fairy godfather and thank him, but that felt wrong so instead I muttered under my breath to Wade "Thanks, Mr. Tennis Leprechaun."
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